Wow. How can a book of few pages sweep me off my feet so fast? Amazing, this novelette.
I like how simple the book is (although it is also very complexWow. How can a book of few pages sweep me off my feet so fast? Amazing, this novelette.
I like how simple the book is (although it is also very complex). I like how realistically fantastic and fantastically real it feels. I like how the character, the story and the setting has been placed in such a simple way, it’s almost too easy, it’s almost unbelievable (though also very believable at the same time). I like how easy it was for the storyteller to dip his hand into Peter’s past and shove it (or gently present it, when necessary) towards the reader’s silver plate. I like the ironies, the reminisces, the relationships, the parallelisms.
Of course, there are a number of unanswered questions here, but they are quite easy to brush aside when you catch Peter crying all of a sudden after playing a videogame, as you both listen to the undead howls in the night.
The title is apt (although at first I’ve been rather impatient to know why, the reason came soon enough), the story intense, the overall feel of the book great. Undoubtedly, there are some gross parts, but hey – it’s a book with zombies, for crying out loud. Nice take on the zombie apocalypse theme. Quite a “coming-of-age” story too, now that I think about it. Awesome read.
(I want to give it a 5, but I feel it’s more of a 4.8-4.9 for me. I’m leaving this at 4, then.)...more
I picked this book up because I was attracted by its steampunk lure. Little did I know that the steampunk essense is only some 10% of the book. The reI picked this book up because I was attracted by its steampunk lure. Little did I know that the steampunk essense is only some 10% of the book. The rest is of fantasy, drama, sex and colors.
This book starts with pixies. Pixies, of all things. Little flying creatures who possess the power to balance and unbalance things in this world. One wrong step, and they've brought on world war, have allowed freakish things into our dreams, and have let loose some of the greatest evils on Earth.
Oh, and let's not forget that they're about as small as your thumb.
Interestingly enough, this novel isn't necessarily about the pixies. It's about a lady who can see them, and who, by some odd luck, is to be manipulated helped by these creatures into changing the course of history.
But I digress. Nicola, in all her tomboyish ways, doesn't seem to fit the part. It helps that her adversary's the Black Falcon, known for his malice and lies. So we got an unladylike lady who's up against a dark, handsome, "dangerous" man, and she's the key to changing the world for the better.
The storytelling's decent, although I at first felt confused about the part the pixies play in this mix. (It gets clearer as you go along, I suppose.) I myself sometimes get surprised when a pixie suddenly lands on Nicola's saucy nose.
The characterization is actually pretty good. I liked how human the players were here - they showed sensitivity, strength, loneliness, atonement. I like how a kind of psychology is described here, and how misunderstandings and reputation were handled quite well. Very nice.
The plot - interesting. The premise is quickly given out, really, but the turnout of events was easily played. Some expected turns and unlooked-for twists.
Nice ending. I think it would be lovely to know what has happened to this bunch after the Finale.
Miscellaneous: There are sex scenes in this book. I love how old English words were used here (addlepated, hoyden, etc). I enjoyed the history lesson, as well as a nice remembrance of the Industrial Revolution. The mechanical aspect here is not very detailed, but it happens. I kept muttering "tsundere" under bated breath.
Overall: An interesting look at industrial England, with a quirky little romance in the middle of it. A quick, cute read, all in all....more
Refreshing prose, though the characters seemed to annoy me more reading it the second time around, haha! A classic love story, with a lovely (and realRefreshing prose, though the characters seemed to annoy me more reading it the second time around, haha! A classic love story, with a lovely (and real & interesting) English countryside as its background.
The Old Man and the Sea is not your regular book. It is written in a not-so-normal way. The book is written in terse sentences. (I heard that it is reThe Old Man and the Sea is not your regular book. It is written in a not-so-normal way. The book is written in terse sentences. (I heard that it is really the style of Hemingway.) It is hard at first to read. But you get used to it after a while.
This book is also quite simple. It is about an old man. It is also about the sea. But it goes deeper than that. The book talks about the man while the man goes through a fishing trip. The man is a fisherman, so that is why he goes on this trip. The trip is a rather usual one. Nothing out-of-the-ordinary seems to happen. It is realistic. It is simple. It is also somehow unexpected.
The book talks about perseverance. It talks about strength. It talks about love. It also talks about the fisherman talking to himself. But it is not because he is lonely. Or maybe it is.
Overall, the book is typical, but it is also not typical. It is a simple story. It is unlike other simple stories in that there is more to see beneath the simple story. Some may consider this boring. I think that it is interesting and awe-inspiring.
For me this was a nice read. Simple but not so simple. It is simply great.
PS: Writing in this style really takes the cake. It's simple enough, but my poor imagination and flowery vocabulary are sobbing in a corner. *snickers*
This book is interesting, as it's not as gushy or romantic as opposed to other chick reads out there. It revolves more on the story, as opposed to the sparkling personalities and the sex (although the sex mentioned here is brief and, I suppose, tasteful), though, of course, this book talks about those too.
To sum it up: -We've got the hot guy and the "cluelessly beautiful" girl. > Interestingly, the "hot guy" has his own character, as opposed to the ones who seem to "live for their ladies". He's his own man, although he does seem rather perfect. > The girl here is "unknowingly attractive", but what's interesting about it is that she's independent (of sorts?), and she knows how to act. She is, after all, 30 - and this book really talks about the issues of females (and males?) of that age. -We've got the "ring of friends." > Support group, though interestingly labeled the "Marriage Club" + Tonio. (view spoiler)[Hah, Tonio seemed to be a close homo to me. (hide spoiler)] -We've got the drama, the "villains" (no black and white scenarios here, though), the relationship.
Overall, the story's ok, although I was interested in the portrayal of Carling. I have a respect for her, and I'm glad she had some self-actualization in the end.
Other notes: (I typically need to be in a certain mood to read chick lit... But I suppose it's been a while.)["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>...more
What a lovely little novel this is, one beautifully dripping with sarcasm. (Oh, Fitzgerald.)
This bookThis review may contain spoilers. Caveat emptor.
What a lovely little novel this is, one beautifully dripping with sarcasm. (Oh, Fitzgerald.)
This book is simply about what the title states: it's about the beautiful and damned. It deals with the lives of two persons who make it a point to live as gorgeously as possible, with damning consequences.
(This book rather reminds me of Becky Sharp of Vanity Fair. (view spoiler)[The two ladies (Becky and Gloria) seem to live the same life, although the cunning Becky cannot compare to the lovely Gloria. Becky's more proactive, too. (hide spoiler)])
The storytelling is incredibly sarcastic. It tickles my bones and touches my heart with its sadness all at once. (I suppose that's how it is, as there's comedy in tragedy.) What's interesting about the sarcasm and irony here is the fact that, I believe, this is STILL applicable of modern times. (As it is just like the railroads to come out with new schedules containing new mistakes, instead of the old ones that the commuters had grown used to.)
While it follows the lives of the angelic Gloria and the handsome Anthony, this story is also briefly about the people they meet, the people whose lives they touch. It would be funny to say that they are all in the same boat, but while this is true, the couple definitely outshines the rest in living as they do. (And they all do live quite fashionably and lavishly.)
Upon getting deep into this book, I got this feeling as if I definitely know where all this was headed. The placement of too much trust in "friends", the refusal to take on any job lower than being a diplomat or an accomplished author, the unending parties and overflowing wine, the arrogance without conceit and beauty with pride. There was something wrong with the picture, but the entire scene held on anyway. You caught your breath, seeing Gloria in a new dress, while waiting for Anthony to come home from peddling Heart Talks. You smiled at Dick's latest book, while listening with awe to the quiet but intelligent Maury. You looked over the brim of your wineglass to see Geraldine give her chaste kisses, and you chuckle at Bloekman's stare at the hostess. You hear the quiet sobs of Dorothy as you look over Muriel's sway of the hips. This house of cards will fall, this ticking bomb will go off, this wisp of smoke will vanish into thin air... But, for the moment, it doesn't.
There are so many issues here. You smell the stench of war, you see the lure of moving pictures, you hear the disdain for philantropists, you taste the bitterness of tired love, you feel the howl of wind in a house too expensive to be kept. There's a funny little Japanese here, who seems to be a spy for the enemy. There's a little southern girl here, whose reputation was compromised by sullied lips. There's a knowledgable attorney here, who worked for the cause of the undeserving. There's a worried-but-not-worried little lady here, who is excited about the baby but who could really not care less about motherhood. So many stories revolving around two persons without a care.
This is an enjoyable book. I particularly liked the intelligent (and sarcastic, of course) snippets here (and therefore adore Maury). The ending was surprising and, well, quite expected. The spiral of degradation was imminent, but the journey towards that was pleasant, albeit fraught with notices for unpaid rent.
This is probably a book not be taken too seriously, unless you can get used to the words I don't care. There are thoughts here that lie beneath the book's surface that are definitely worth reading. All in all, it's an interesting journey with an interesting ending. Great read.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>...more
This book is one that touches on the subject of the seemingly perfect professional. As one whose job it is to be on beck and call of their employer, SThis book is one that touches on the subject of the seemingly perfect professional. As one whose job it is to be on beck and call of their employer, Stevens has indeed done very nicely to serve his utmost.
However, what about the employer that is his heart? (I felt inclined to say that.)
I was amused by this book (I had several!! laugh-out-loud moments), I was interested in its historical references, I was awed by Stevens' amazing capability. Something fell short, though. I must think about it for a while longer.
First of all, thank you for sending me your poignant letters. I'm honored you think of me as a person that didn't try to sleJune 30, 2012
First of all, thank you for sending me your poignant letters. I'm honored you think of me as a person that didn't try to sleep with that person at that party even though I could have. I'm ecstatic you decided to allow me to read your thoughts. I'm glad you proved to be such a great letter-writer/story-teller. I am really quite happy about this.
It was nice receiving letters from you, even though they're dated long ago. I know that I got them for only a couple of months (in a span of one year), but it felt like you've been talking to me since you were very young. (Remember that memory you called the first one you ever remembered?) I sometimes felt like the things you were pouring out in your letters were a little too personal, but you let me into your head, into your heart, into your soul.
With only your words, I saw you "participate", I saw you have friends, I saw you fall in love, I saw you grow. I may not have ever seen you or the persons you know personally, but I could almost taste your fries from that fastfood chain, I could almost hear Mary Elizabeth's chatter, I could almost see Patrick's smile, I could almost feel the winter cold of your world there. Your friends and family were as real to me as if I saw them every single day of my life.
Now... While I was glad you were very honest in your letters, I have to admit that your highs and lows were brutal and enlightening to me, as they were to you. Your first kiss (remember her tears?), your first "girlfriend" (e.e. cummings will always remind me of her), your first experiments with different substances (I was a little appalled, a little sad, a little curiously happy for you), your first drive (oh, the silly sophomores), your first mix tape (thank you very much for introducing me to a number of memorable songs!), your first time watching the last episode of M*A*S*H (I promise to keep that incident secret, too). You had your issues, but you seemed more interested in those of others. I felt more than a little sad when you were being too nice to some people... But boy was I rather depressed when you had to be all alone! I wish I could've always been there, instead of reading of your exploits on a date after you've had them.
I'll sincerely cherish your words, your thoughts, your ideas. Thank you very much for the pop culture references - you surely made me add more books and more songs and more "films" to my to-check-out list!
I'm a little sad that I haven't gotten any more letters from you after that last one, but I understand. I'm sure you're doing well, and rest assured: I'll always be here to hear you out when you need it.
Thank you for being so wonderfully Charlie-esque. Thank you for letting me feel infinite.